The Girl Over There
The Girl Over There
Look at the girl over there,
the little blond one
hopscotching on the corner.
She used to be me
or was I her?
She can’t still hop
but never runs out
of chalk and potsy stones are everywhere.
Wanna play?
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
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